They didn’t give you enough time to shower did they?” I laughed, “Oh they did but seeing how it’s so late I decided against it.” I wrapped...my arm around her and tried to dig myself a bigger hole, “Besides I thought you liked my manly smell.” She pushed me away and laughed, “I meant your regular everyday smell not your freshly worked out stench.” I laughed, “Oh excuse me. I always seem to confuse those two.” She slapped my arm, “Well we better start walking home before we get into trouble.”. " I don't think it'll last long and if it does we may have to threaten to sue for slander." Hmm. Kiss me, my sweets."Henry did so, gently, lovingly and at length. Samantha fell asleep in his arms.The next morning Henry peeped round the curtain. There was a sizeable crowd of photographers waiting quietly and patiently outside.He warned Samantha."I'm not going to take any notice of them." That's my girl."When they went out to the car the crowd surged forward. Henry stopped and pulled Samantha. " Go stand in the corner, nose towards the wall without touching, hands behind the back, and legs shoulder width apart."Sir knows that this position is very belittling to me as only c***dren stand in the corner. I put myself in position and stay perfectly still until I am told otherwise. After standing there for some time I start to drift off when suddenly my hair is grabbed and my head pulled back. Sir's other hand wraps around my front and smacks my pussy lips as he bites my neck. I am. Sandy changes everything.As I have previously stated, the Jersey Shore is no stranger to hurricanes and Nor'easters, as we refer to them. Those are storms that head north along the eastern seaboard, usually coming with strong winds, and heavy rains, and tend to be slow-moving forcing massive amounts of water as a tidal surge into the bays and rivers along the coast causing flooding along the low lying areas. Most hurricanes along the east coast move up the coast then hook out to sea. Picture a.